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but three who were attired in mourning 

 for the recent loss of a beautiful and 

 amiable elder daughter in the bloom of 

 life. Retiring early to bed and sleeping 

 sound, I did not wake till morning, 

 when, my room being in front of the 

 house, my senses were aroused by the 

 strangest cries, which to me were quite 

 unintelligible. 



"Marn-tee," from shrill and aged fe- 

 male voices, was the most prevalent, and 

 which I was duly informed at the 

 breakfast-table was intended to convey 

 the morning's salutation. Upon rising, 

 the father of my intended bride, a fine 

 handsome man, somewhat under sixty 

 years of age, with a countenance bloom- 

 ing with health and expressive of good- 

 humour, proposing a walk, we sallied 

 out to take a view of, to me, this in- 

 teresting old town. 



Its decayed and overthrown walls, 

 erected for defence against the common 



